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“You got it, then.” My stomach swirls with nerves and excitement. I get to mix drinks at every party. Every party.
Before it was on occasion I’d be asked to play bartender or I’d mix drinks for my friends or for different house and beach parties.
Maybe I should create a different drink every weekend like Rhett said…
As the meeting ends and everyone files out slowly, I don’t move yet. Instead, I grab a piece of paper and a pen from the table and quickly start jotting down drink ideas.
The Landon the Sequel
Surf’s Up Punch
Dirty Frat Boys
Crabby Patty
I chuckle at the last one, inspiration from my favorite cartoon.
“I knew my idea was awesome.” Felix says as he plops down in the chair next to me. “One day, you’re gonna open your own bar and I’ll be there on opening night sampling the menu.”
I laugh. He might be one to never stop talking but he’s got a big heart. “Thanks for the support, man. Hey you never know, maybe I’ll need an official tester.” I turn my head to face him and his entire face lights up.
“Me? Really?”
I nod. “You know a good drink when you try one.”
We both smirk. He knows what’s up.
“Hell yeah, bro. You can thank me later for not having to set up or clean up any events.” He says as he pats me on the shoulder.
“And you can thank me for being an amazing mentor.”
“Yeah, yeah. Maybe.”
He helps me plan some more drinks before I head out in search of food. After securing dinner, I go home, turn on some Netflix, and eat. There’s still plenty of time to catch a nap and a shower before tonight’s party. Which is exactly what I do.
Rhett and I walk the few blocks to the house party, my backpack slung over my shoulder with a few ingredients for tonight’s special drink. I know it’s not a frat event but I couldn’t help but want to create something. I felt even more inspired after waking up from my nap that after showering, I ran to the store.
“See how well your buddies know you? Create a new drink every weekend, check. Be the bartender for the frat events, check. Open your own bar, check.”
“Whoa, whoa.” I chuckle. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. But it’s funny you say that. Earlier, Felix said the same thing.”
“So it’s not just me who sees your potential then.”
I shrug. It’s not that I don’t believe in myself, because I do. And I know damn well I make great drinks. It’s more like I’m lost as to what I should do for the rest of my life. Why are we even having to make these decisions at my age? I often wonder because besides going to school my entire life so far, I haven’t experienced much else. “I enjoy it and they’re delicious. But as a career? I don’t know.”
“Well maybe bartending at these events will give you a little perspective into what it would be like. Then you’ll be able to formulate a decision better.”
He’s got a good point. I didn’t look at it that way, my brain still stuck on the whole career for life shit. “Very true.”
“But I’ll tell you one thing. You never look as happy doing anything else than when you’re slinging drinks or riding waves.”
“Yep. But you know, turning something you love into a career sometimes kills the passion. I don’t want that to happen.”
“There’s always a risk, isn’t there? But without taking the chance and risking what could go wrong, you’ll never know.”
“Uh, who the fuck are you and what have you done with my friend?”
Rhett tosses his head back in laughter. “It’s this damn life and death class I’m taking. Fuck, it has me all up in my feels.”
